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Hard Day, Soft Spot~2P!Canada X Reader RequestHard Day, Soft Spot

2P! Canada X Reader Request~ To MissCrazy97

The roaring flames in the fireplace were spraying waves of warmth to you you’re your cocoon position on the couch. Wrapped up in super soft blankets, you peered out the large cabin windows at the weathery night. Snow was cascading down from the heavens, each heavy blow of it slightly worrying you more as your gaze went to the clock, counting each second.
The speed of the falling was a problem, but the sound of the front door slamming open relieved your worries, turning to look up at the broad shadowed figure in the doorway grumbling curses as he knocked the snow fr

Shoveling: 2p!Canada x ReaderWarning: I swear. Do I even have to say that anymore? Puhhhh... Swearing is good for you! So deal with it.

Matthew woke to the sounds of shoveling snow. He wondered if some kids were shoveling his drive for money. Well, he sure as hell wasn’t going to pay them, he thought, rolling over to find your warmth. Matthew shot up, finding you no where to be seen. “_____!” he called out, kind of worried. You never woke up before him.

There was no sound. Just the constant shoveling that was starting to grind against his last nerve. Throwing open the curtains he prepared to yell at whoever the hell it might have been to go away. But

No Smoking Policy (2p!CanadaXReader) CAUTION: SWEARING

At this time of the year, you honestly hated your job. It was early August; the height of tourist season in the great state of Maine, and the little shop you worked at didn’t have air conditioning. You worked in one of the countless tourist trap stores that lined the main street in Old Orchard Beach. You understood why every Mainer hated this season. The state motto may be “Vacationland”, but what we really mean is “Give us your money and leave.” But the thing about Old Orchard was that during the summer, you had a hard time telling if this was Maine or Canada.

That’s right. Canadians.

2p!CanadaxReader: Protective“Come on, just one date,” a boy said still not letting go of your arm.
You gave a small whimper as his grip increased. “P-please, I already have a boyfriend.”
The boy still didn’t let go. “He doesn’t have to know.”
“J-just leave me alone!” you tried to sound stern, but it wasn’t working. “I-I’m serious, let go of me!”
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing, eh?”
Your heart nearly popped out of your chest, “M-Matt.”
The boy turned and sneered, “Who are you?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” Matthiu said grabbing the

Connecting~2P! Canada X Pregnant! Reader-GiftConnecting~2P! Canada X Pregnant! Reader-Gift

Matt X Reader Gift for MissCrazy97

Contentedly sighing, you reclined back on the couch, shifting your belly weight in the process. Seven months has taken a toll on your body, your gaze wistfully glancing over the pants you could no longer wear, and then the medications you had to take to fight off the nausea. But the joy of becoming a mother overcame every symptom of pregnancy and you were happy beyond belief.
“Relaxed enough?”
Your head tuned up to your fiancé, the tall Canadian smiling softly down at you. His blonde wavy hair was loose, hanging partly in his dark viol

2p!CanadaxReader: Secret Admirer

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Meet me at the corner café on Third Street at five o’clock.
Come alone.
- Your Secret Admirer

You stared, slightly scared, at your latest love letter from your secret admirer. You had been getting these for weeks, ever since your vacation to Niagara Falls. Opening a drawer your put the letter with the others; some of the letters had poetry, some were really romantic, and some just plain crept you out. One letter you swore had some blood on it.
“___________, I’m going out with Roderich I’ll see you later!” Eliza shouted on her way out the door. You gulped, you were alone tonight and some cree

2P!Canada x reader - nothing specialYou were so excited about Valentine’s Day. You were in relationship since last march so it was your first REAL Valentine’s Day. You were so happy that day. Your boyfriend, Matthew Williams was a typical bad boy. He would go out and drink the night away or beat up some random guy. You often saw his hockey stick covered in blood which annoyed you a little but you didn’t say a word about it. Jet, every time you asked him for a help he’d do his best, when you wanted to talk he was there for you.
The day before, you treated yourself and bought nice outfit, new lipgloss, and new perfume and did your nails. You wanted to loo

2P!Canada x Reader- Second Chance

Walking with your head down the hallways of the school and keeping as quiet as possible, with your hood over your head. Everyone would say something rude or mean about you. Just because you got the best grades and always keep the rules straight. You wanted no problems, no fights, just peace and silence. You finally reached your locker and opened it, putting your books you didn't need and only keeping the ones you needed.

Before you could close the locker, someone else did it, slamming it with brute force, making you step back a little in fear. Your eyes were glued from the floor to piercing violent eyes. You didn't need to look at his face,

Firsts (2p!AmericaXReader)Alfred F. Jones was five when he first got jealous. His best friend was being approached by a young Chinese boy and when he handed ______ a clumsily cut paper heart, he swore that if his eyes weren’t already red, they would be. _______ was his best friend, not that guy!

She walked back over with a sweet smile on her childish face, which soon fell as she witnessed his scowl. “What’s wrong Al?” she asked, running over and skidding to a stop next to him. Alfred crossed his arms and sat down, and ______ followed.

“He shouldn’t have given you that card! You’re my best friend, not his!” At this poin

Missing Maple: 2P Canada and ReaderMissing Maple: 2P Canada and Reader:

The door opened and your senses were assaulted with the musky smell of maple syrup, beer…and embalming fluid. Your nose crinkled but it soon melted into a smile as your boyfriend of three years wrapped his flannel plaid clad arms around you.

"You smell like peaches," he grunted.

You blushed. "Thanks," you said, stepping into his small house.

You still couldn't get over how his house was decorated; a moose or deer head above every door and a garbage bag stretched with beer bottles by the couch. Most unsettling of all was the grey wolf named Kuma that slept on the leather recliner.

All Cause of a Cupcake 2P!CanadaxReaderA small sigh escaped you as you tried your best not to fall asleep during your Statistics lecture. Despite your better judgment, you had once again stayed up until four in the morning; even though you had to wake up at nine. So now you had to suffer through a monotonous PowerPoint on statistics’ calculations for an hour and fifteen minutes while trying not to let your head drop to your desk.

You gave up your battle twenty minutes into class.

Luckily for you, the class was a rather large one, so you were easily hidden from your professor’s judging eyes. However you weren’t so hidden from a friend of yours in the row behind

Freak (2P!AmericaxReader)Freak
2P!AmericaxReader
Request for JustASimple-Melody

“Freak!”

A corner of you mouth twitched at the word as you held back a smirk. The word used to sting, but now the simplicity of the insult merely amused you.

“Slut!”

That one used to hurt, too. Back when you cared. But it was nearly over now, you were nearly done.

The wind tugged greedily at your clothing and (h/l) locks, making everything that wasn’t tied down dance through the air. You so longed to join the leaves that drifted lazily under the golden sun. You had to admit, the cliff was cliche and stupid, but you couldn’t help but look down

Bad Luck: 2P!CanadaXReader

Bad Luck

You chuckled as Alfred made a fool out of himself, yet again. He really was an idiot sometimes, but one of your best friends none the less. There was a growling sound behind you that sent shivers down your spine. Then Arthur pulled up beside you with an amazing smelling pink frosted cupcake.

"Would you like it?" He asked, his smile a little sadistic.

You laughed nervously and pushed the cupcake away. "No thanks, I, uh, don't want to get a cavity. Too many of your delicious sweets can do that, you know," you gave a nervous smile.

With a sneer, the personification of England put away the treat. He turned to Alfred, the personificat

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You hated your job. Your boss was an ass, the work was sleep inducing and your colleges had the attention spans of goldfish. There was only one thing that got you through the day.

The thought that after work, you had a nice warm bath to look forward to. And your boyfriend, though after a long day of work, he was second to a relaxing bath.

"Maaaaaaaattie. I'm home." You trilled, kicking off your shoes and throwing your briefcase to the floor. It made a small thudding sound, nearly sending a lamp toppling over. You shuffled through the house, looking for your reclusive Canadian boyfrien

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That hockey stick. The one wrapped in barbed wire . The one with blood stained bandages.

How you hated it.

But he loved it, he cherished it like it was his one and only love.

He wasn't home right now, probably off messing around at some club. He would come back drunk, smelling of cigarettes and cheap perfume. But not yet, not for a while.

But you were home and so was the stick.

You walked over to it and grabbed the handle. It was heavy, surprisingly heavy. The handle was worn smooth, but the rest was rough.

It looked like it would burn quite easily.

You enter

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I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x Reader

by ~666kurai, Feb 10, 2013, 1:42:40 PM
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_{Warning: I swear in this one too. But I don't give a shit anymore. See, I just swore in a warning about swearing...}

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Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.

“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.

Damn it, you thought, he knows.

You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”

“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.

He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what trouble have you been getting into?” he whispered, taking a small nip at your ear.

“I-I don’t want to tell you.” you said, knowing all the while you’d give in to any demand he made.

Matthew stopped, grabbed your shoulders and stared at you with those shining eyes. “And why is that, _____?”

You bit your lip, and tried to look away, but he captured your chin with his calloused fingers and kissed you lightly. Eventually you told him, “You’ll eat the last one.”

“One what?” Matthew inquired, a small light in those eyes.

You shook your head adamantly, determined to keep your newfound treat to yourself.

“You’re being selfish, _____.” he said, slamming his lips down upon yours again. He decided to let you have your fun and just relish in the taste of maple syrup on your tongue.

Trying to get him to forget the reason all this had started, you gave his curl a light tug that released an animalistic growl down your throat. Matthew looked down on you, and with the taste of maple still strong, well let’s just say you had really done it now.

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Having been quite tired, you had fallen asleep pretty early. Wonder why? But you were woken up in the middle of the night by the rustling of plastic wrap.

Sitting up you looked around and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. “Matt?” you asked, noting the figure hunched up over the other side of the bed.

He swore and you heard the crinkle of plastic again. But you caught his arm. “Dammit, Matt that was the last Maple Whoopie Pie!” you yelled.

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